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Now that I am well into middle age, I have learned quite a bit. Mostly the hard way.
At about the age of forty-five, which just happens to be the age that most authorities on such things agree that middle age begins, I began somewhat of a self-improvement quest. Mind you, I am not much of a better person than I was four-and-a-half years ago, but my mindset has changed quite a bit for the better since that time in terms of the way that I view things. Yes, dear reader, you can teach a middle-aged dog some new tricks.
Random people on Quora opine that middle age begins anywhere from your mid-thirties to fifty years old.
They are wrong.
I would say that forty-five is about right and the age that I, personally, began referring to myself as middle-aged. The first person who questioned it was none other than my dear mother, who exclaimed that if she has a middle-aged son, then she must be an old folk. Well, I am and she is.
Why bring up my age, anyway? I’ll tell you why.
I have started, but never completed, at least one self-help eBook. I know that they are a dime-a-dozen, especially on platforms like Amazon, Apple, Gumroad, and others of that ilk, but mine was a bit different than the others in a few ways.
